A strange sound echoed through the territory. High above the trees in the forest, expectations stir. It must unfold during S.r.'s sun-high celebration, where memories cloud his vision and he calls out to Gary. A Twoleg elder sent word: we must tread softly, for she follows no Clan law. She left David long ago to journey to distant lands with her new mate, Michael. I wish S.r. Jeremy had visions like the great ancestors. Reminded by... Ver mais